It bloody was, wasn't it?
I'll rustle up some photos in a bit. But Top Tip in the meantime: Tan Hill has bunk rooms! Debs stayed on her tod in a 6-berth dorm. £30 a night including breakfast. There's also an 8-berth dorm, but the band were in there. I didn't think much of the band, though they had a cute dog onna bit of string.
We had me, D.A.L.E., Karla/bunbury/pharti, my sister and her partner, our mate Debs, and lovely Mike (not CrinklyLion's mate lovely Mike, a different lovely Mike). The ride up with me, Dale and Debs was hard yakka, the ride back to Barnie was awesome. We discussed the ethics of swapping bikes at the cafe in Barnie, as there was about 12 grand's worth of bikes in one alcove (for a cafe run, I ask you), but I'll keep my battered old tourer - mainly cos Dale's Disc Trucker is a 56. I'd have had it if it was a 54.
It's the first time I've ever known the bar at Tan Hill to shut. We were in bed by about 12.30. Woken up at stupid o'clock by the cockerel, which came inbetween my tent and Karla's. Occasionally the flapping of Karla's tent woke me as well.
